This is not one of my favorites. I find the characters to be irritating (but not irritatingly written…rather if i met them in person I would want to tell Rincewind to “man up” and punch Twoflower in the face to bring him in line with the real world). Not the best of the Disc World series, but still an entertaining read.
Discworld is kept aloft and spinning on the back of a giant tortoise by balancing in elephants. The gods are incompetent gamblers, magic is the name of the game, and Death is a black-robed skeleton who supersedes the gods.
Enter into this world Rincewind: the incompetent wizard, and Twoflower: an insurance man from another continent who decided to see the whole of the Disc. Rincewind has never amounted to anything and spends his days trying to go unnoticed. When he is the only person to understand the mysterious “tourist’s” language, it lands him in a world of trouble where running away means death and staying means painful death.
Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the Discworld. Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant “idiot”
Twoflower’s willful naivety and Rincewind’s cowardice incompetence throw the pair into one bad circumstance after another.
I’ve seen excitement, and I’ve seen boredom. And boredom was best.
Followed by a sentient piece of luggage with a nasty appetite, Twoflower will indeed see the Disc, from one side of the world to the other and beyond. Along the way, he will meet old gods, new monsters, imaginary tyrants, and a rather nasty religious sect. All the while Rincewind will have to keep them both alive…a shady proposition.
My personal theory is that he has a very firm grasp upon reality, it’s simply not a reality the rest of us have ever met before.
A quick read and a daring fantasy adventure, The Color of Magic will keep the pages turning simply from astonishment at such willful stupidity.